I can’t lie to myself. The worst part is that i will never hate him. I’ll hate what hes done, but i’ll always want him back into my life. Seeing pictures of him just make me shrivel a little inside. I would love to move on but i’m just not pretty enough to have any rebounds. I hate honesty. It’s the ugly truth but ugh..
i prefer small hangouts rather than big parties. It really just lowers myself esteem. Like sweet I’m not friends with half the people. The guys don’t like me. I am not outgoing. And there is never enough alcohol.
I always set my expectations so high and no one can reach them. The gifts are usually nothing like I want or people just don’t act the way i wanted them to.